Great Hall

Welcome to the Great Hall. This is where many Hogwarts meals are served. The Great Hall (only on the occasion), however, may be used as a "sanctuary" if any event that harms any of the students occurs. Meals are taken here, and the sorting ceremony is held here too. Every year during the Christmas holiday season, the Great Hall is decorated with many decorated pine trees and a big one behind the staff table.

Announcements

Headmaster

"Hello everyone, and welcome to a new year here at Hogwarts! I would also like to give a very special warm welcome to all the first years who are starting a new journey here on this very day. To those who are returning students, may you continue to strive for greatness and push yourself further in academics and extra curricular activities at our amazing academy! Many new clubs are being organized and with Quidditch being reintroduced after the break it had last year due to the Triwizard Tournament, this will hopefully shape up to be quite the fun and exciting year for everyone involved!" Silas said with a pause, looking out at all the students and staff alike. "With all that said, may the opening feast commence!" With a brave smile, Silas raised his goblet to form a large cheers before lowering it to his lips.

Roleplay

Gryffindor

After being sorted, Sekani found his table and sat down, looking around at the food with a watering mouth. "Aye, food. Y'all got some biscuits or something?" he exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. He tapped someone's shoulder and said, "Mind passing me that bread, dude?"

After being sorted into Gryffindor - the cool house - she quickly finds a spot to sit at, ultimately being across Sekani. She recognizes the other first year from the train, but chooses to make her plate quietly instead of starting a conversation.

Carolina starts to make her plate of food almost right when it appeared, quite hungry after such a train ride. She knew she should of probably bought something at the dining carriage earlier but, hey, she's got food now so everything's good.

The captain strides in confidently, taking a seat away from the general Gryffindor crowd, and immediately opening up a book. No, he's not doing homework. The captain is merely ensuring his team's success by scribbling possible plays in his quidditch journal.

Twyla was the one person that had not waited for everyone to arrive or for the headmaster to speak before digging into the food. Worse even, she was piling up on sweets instead of actual food. Taking a moment to savor a lemon tart, the second year looked around for familiar faces.

After someone passed the bread basket to him, he notices Lydia across him and of course he has to start a conversation because technically she was the only one he knew. "You Gryffindor too? That's lit," he said, taking a bite into the bread. He talked in between bites.

"Angry," Lydia can't help but sarcastically answer. "Duh, happy. Who doesn't feel that way when getting a gift?" After thinking about for a moment, Lydia can think of a few reasons. Guess it depends on the gift. Though, she keeps her mouth shut on it. "Lit means happy then? Or what?"

Freya finds an open little area to sit - so there's space if any of her friends or siblings want to come sit by her - and starts to make a plate of food. Nothing too much since she wasn't very hunrgy, but enough to fill her up.

Isaac immediately grabs a large turkey leg from the table upon sitting next to Freya. "How was the ride?" He asks, before getting his teeth on the poor leg. Isaac doesn't once look straight at Freya's face.

Ravenclaw

Okay. So, yes, Amelia's being one of those people who brings out a book during the feast to read... but in her defense, it's a good book. Plus, she wasn't really in the talkative mood at the moment, especially since her twin wasn't in the same house. So, she's going to read her book in peace and not really give a damn.

Fresh off his trip at St.Mungo's, his general near-death appearance doesn't help his already near-death-not-so-long-ago experience. He takes a seat without looking who he's by. I need blood. It's become more difficult for his mom to send him blood every month now that he's in hiding and the government is cracking down. He needs to get help, and he needs it fast.

She enjoys the food, but no so much the sheer volume of people. Feasts are always a little too loud and crowded for her taste--she'd like to fix a plate and leave, but she doesn't want to be noticed sneaking out of the Great Hall in the middle of the opening feast. She thinks about that idea for a moment. It's actually quite nice, and really...is anyone going to notice her while they're busy stuffing their faces?

Cosima paused in the threshold of the great hall, her dark eyes following along the length of the Ravenclaw table in hopes of spying her brother. When she couldn't find any familiar faces, the girl moved to sit at the very end of the table and well away from most people.

Moira had volunteered herself as an extra hand to the house elves, who didn't seem all that miffed that Moira took over the complicated task of desserts. Entering the Great Hall, Moira moved to sit at her usual spot at the table. Instead of last year, she was now an official Hogwarts student and new transfer.

Ugh. Same ilk, every year. Spotting a least some decent people, some identified by the signature Malfoy look, he makes his way towards Heloise, sitting in front of her. While he doesn't speak, he does feel more comfortable being around someone with a closer class to his.

The rebel without a cause struts his way into the Great Hall, taking a food item from every single house table until he arrives at the Slytherin table. Nothing like a place to sleep and an all you can eat buffet. He stuffs some stolen Ravenclaw grapes into his mouth, choosing to sit by Ríoghnán as one of the most interesting people at the table. "I know right? Fuck, I could eat forever."

Victoria ponders where she's going to sit. She didn't exactly make many friends or acquaintances last year, though made quite a few rivalries. She still however had one last trick up her sleeve. Her wealth. She sat close enough to Edgar and the other presumably rich people he surrounded himself with, at a distance where she could talk if needed but not so close she was irritating.

He looked up at Tai, "If I 'ad a poehrse, I wooehld shahve dese breadstecks down it. Yah name?" He held a hand up as though he was going to shake his hand, only to reach up and pull a leprechaun coin out of his ear. "Oh, I am soehrprised you weren't 'avin a 'ard time 'earin, wit so moehch gahld in ya 'ead." He smirked, then kept reaching up, "pulling" coin after coin out of Tai's ear.

A small laugh escapes him. "H-what? You're funny little man." He makes out bits and peices of what the dudes saying, one of which is his asking of Tai's name. "The name's-" he can't help but clap when the kid pulls out coins. "Damn kid, you're full of tricks aren't you?" He eyes the gold piece with interest. "Can you do more of that? Like, say, maybe, a room full? I'm kinda strapped for cash man."

It takes him a moment to decode the words with his heavy accent. "An hour huh?" Tai ruffles the kids hair. "Fuck man, it's not criminal if it's a good cause. You should have dinner with me from now on."

“Althooehgh prankin people is foehn, I draw de line at actual crime. I may be a bastard leprechaoehn, boeht I 'ave /sahme/ standards.” He shoved a roasted potato into his mouth. He suddenly perked up, "Ahh! I 'ave an idea. Do you know 'ow to brew a pahlyjuice pahtion?"

"Aw come on, it ain't reallyyyy crime." The question seems kind of out of left feild but he goes along with it. "Nah man, I barely know where to find the bathroom. The teachers can't keep anyone's attention but themselves," he protests mildly.

Teacher's Table

-"There is no crueler tyranny than that which is perpetuated under the shield of law and in the name of justice."~ Charles de MontesquieuMessage Me – 11:11, October 29, 2018 (UTC)

Another year, another batch of first years she barely escaped teaching. She'll admit, though, she does enjoy them once they've gotten their mischief out at the beginning of the year. She'll have to talk with Professor Lancaster after they've wreaked their havoc.

He's just as excited this year as he was last year--he loves all the students, and while he was planning only to try this out, he's thinking he might make it a permanent position. He'd love to keep coming back to make sure the students stay healthy all around.

Despite Merlin’s reputation and ability to complain about just about any type of food, he kept his mouth shut, and ate in silence. He eyes the tables of students, then looked back down at his roast beef and potatoes.

- "Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school."Message Me - 01:27, October 30, 2018 (UTC)

She sat in her seat just to the right of Silas, smiling out at the students. She definitely wasn't expecting to become Deputy Headmistress this year, but she was excited for the opportunity. She looked around at the teachers at the table, making note of what new additions there were.